-Jensen's P.O.V-
"Aw, mate! You're a legend," Jay's over excited Australian accented voice exclaimed. We were currently walking through the hotel's door, Jay holding my bags while raving on about the blonde bombshell. He hadn't stopped talking since I'd gotten her number.
Chuckling I replied, "I know. You've been telling me ever since the airport." Giving me a huge grin he placed my bags on the ground and left the hotel but not before telling me about the car Kenneth had arranged for me to drive around in.
I took in the hotel at that moment. It was expensive. The way the foyer had been decorated told me a lot of celebrities stayed here. Kenneth had picked great. I was going to be right at home in this hotel.
The polished white marble counter with a window showing the city of Sydney behind gave a welcoming feeling. The lighter timber walls with the white tiles then a sitting area in all bark was incredible. A bark cubed sofa with an equally coloured bark rug and then they'd obtained a few paintings to add splashes of colour; greens and blues. It was urban yet told me this hotel was very successful.
"Hello Mr Ackles," the receptionist greeted politely. Flashing her a smile I couldn't help but to admire her ginger hair; it was tucked up in a neat bun with only a fringe loose. It was a good change from seeing beautiful blondes all day.
"Hello-" looking at her name tag that was effectively placed on her right breast, I read her name, "Sophie," Winking at her I leant on the desk, "How about you and me later tonight: I'll treat you dinner?"
It wouldn't hurt picking up another girl today. Who knows maybe I'll break my record: ten girls in one day. On second thought, I don't think I'd be able to break that today, it was getting a smidge late and well I just tied up my evening with this foxy redhead.
"Uh, Mr Ackles, employees aren't allowed to date guests." She dipped her head trying to stop the smile that I could see coming onto her face. Yep, I had my evening tied up with this redhead.
"Well, how about I don't take you on a date." Her head shot up and she stared at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open a little. She looked a little like a deer caught in headlights.
"Well I suppose they wouldn't have to know," she said while twisting her hair around her finger while swaying slightly: personally a habit I hated.
"Great! I'll come and get you at seven," I replied. Her face lit up probably because she was going out with the great Jensen Ackles tonight. They're all the same, I thought bleakly.
"Oh, wait I'm working until ten." Her face fell and I couldn't help feeling a little relieved. I didn't especially want to go out with her now that she'd agreed. "Mmm, I could just get Gabriella to cover for me?"
Not knowing whether she was talking to me I just put on a fake smile and nodded my head. Oh please, Gabriella whoever you are, please say no. Please god make her say no, I mentally sent a prayer to God.
Grinning the redhead waved her hand dismissively in the air, "Gabriella will do it," she leant a little closer to me as if she was telling me a secret, "she can't say no."
Fuck was an understatement at that moment. The jetlag was starting to catch up with me and I couldn't be fucked doing anything tonight: just a nice hot shower then bed sounded great.
Sighing I smiled at-I looked at her name tag again-Sophie and said, "Well that's great then."
Beaming at me she gave me my hotel room number and card to get into the room. I signalled for a busboy to take my bags and walked over to the elevator pushing the button I waited about thirty seconds before the silver doors opened up. I stepped inside and moved to the back while the busboy came in behind me with a trolley that had my bags on.
He pressed level sixteen and the doors closed. I felt the elevator jerk into moving as I waited until we made it to level sixteen. Looking around I observed the elevator that was lined with timber walls and a huge mirror behind us. It was a fairly alright elevator; they needed glass instead of the mirror so it gave the guest a view to look at while waiting.
The doors opened to a beautifully ochred hallway with white doors lining each side. The hallway was beautifully decorated with plush carpeted floors and magnificent paintings. At the end of the hallway was a floor to ceiling window with a view of Sydney's inner suburbs, two vases of white and blue love in a mist flowers were on two tables either side of the window.
It was amazing how a simple hallway from a hotel could take your breath away. Absolutely incredible. The only thing out of place was blonde maid pushing the yellow trolley towards us.
I motioned for the busboy to lead the way to my room which he did passing the ogling maid along the way. We stopped outside the third door from the window on the left hand side. I handed my card to the boy and he swiped it and opened the door to reveal an incredible Minimalistic interior design. A white sofa, huge plasma on the wall, sky blue rug, black coffee table, black and white paintings and for colour they used cherry red throw pillows and a fern.
It was actually amazing. Walking past the busboy I headed for the doors that I suspected lead into the en-suite, leaving him to put away my bags. Opening the double doors I came face to face with a great view of the harbour because of the perfectly placed floor to ceiling window to the right of the bed and a maid with black hair mumbling to herself, stripping my bed.
Without thinking I said the first thing that came to mind, "Uh, what are you doing to my bed?"
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